The Guardian
of Dreams is an economist:
monitoring
all expenditures and holding
back enough
to keep the kitty fed –
whether kitty
wants to eat or not,
or kitty’s
live or dead.
He wears a risqué
costume with occasional
bird-feathers:
a Superhero go-go boy –
colored like
the rot of over-ripe Persimmon
about which
you don’t have permission
to express
opinion, pro or con.
Heaven knows
what constitutes the rest
of what the Guardian has on..
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